Switched By Souls✔️

28;Run,before it's too late

"Where am I? What am I doing here?" I quickly stood up on my feet in my very disturbing drunken state, i leant on the  nearest wall i could find because my mind was in mere chaos.

I turned around me to see bunch of souls, whose heads between their heads, whom writing on the wall, looking outside the window and making love.

I didn't look at them and I don't know why i am here, i just wanted to go for a drive to clear my mind, i found myself getting drunk at a bar with people I didn't know, and now i am here in a place that looks like a prison and I don't know how get out, i just want to be with my wife.

The room was turning around, my body gently got in contact with the wall as i started to fall lightly, until i rested my head on the wall and hugged my knees to my chest, droplets of water dripping on my t shirt when i looked up and met those hazel brown eyes, just like hers.

I shook my head and kept whispering to myself Mary Jane Mary Jane Mary Jane, what if something happened to her? What if they took her? I'm not in a stable condition to think straightly anyway.

"What is this? Why am i here?" I asked in a low voice, earning the attention of some guy who was writing on the wall, he approached me and sat next to me, offered his hand to shake and i did so.

"What's your name?" He asked in a rough voice, he had a scar on his forehead, a beard and a mustache, his skin at one moment was peaches and cream, then when he started to talk his skin turned jaundiced, he looked he had some sort of illness, he had a firm face structure, defined nose and bruised lips, thick eyebrows and very dusky tired eyes.

"I'm Edward McCain, and you sir?" He laughed when i called him "sir", i furrowed my brows, but i got too shy to ask why was he laughing.

"Ah, it's been a while ever since someone called me that," he shook his hand and shook my shoulder, i turned florid and shook my head along.

"What's your story?" He asked me, I don't even know what's my story is.

"It's too complicated,"

"I've been here for 15 years and counting, i have time." He said assuringly.

"Well.."

I squinted my eyes to make sure that this mysterious painting doesn't really talk or even move, i took my nerves medicine and rubbed my eyes with my hands, but it got really worse.

"Will you go back?" The painting asked again, i looked in every direction around me, the museum was empty, i bet it would close by now.

"Go back where?" I stuttered.

"Los Angeles? Where you're supposed to be with her, she's all alone right now."

"Nah, Edward is with her.."

But that damn painting proved me wrong, as the painting transformed from one thing to another, something really intense, she's alone indeed.

I went immediately to the bathroom, the mirror was crushed into pieces, the lipstick stains looked like blood smeared on my sink. I placed my wrist under water but those letters weren't washing away, not even fading. I tried my best to erase them but it's pointless.

Those letters on my wrist craved themselves by themselves, or was it an invisible person that tattooed me and left? I paced back and forth and walked around the living room, i took the tray and put in the kitchen as i washed the dishes, then i felt a humming of a rhythm, Roger's and i favorite song. 

I finished the dishes and shut down the music but it wasn't shutting off.

I took my breaths and took a look at my wrist, i googled the word etched on it.

It's slashed in Spanish, italics and colored red.

"Cambiar."

My right wrist was clean, i also googled what does "cambiar" means, cambiar means a switch.

A switch?

"And yeah, that's my story." I took a very long breath and looked at the man who hadn't introduced himself to me, his eyes widened in shock, his tongue was tied.

"I don't know if you can get out of here, unless.."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you can sing."

"What does that have to do with liberating myself out of here?"

"Most people who escaped had great voices, if i had one, you wouldn't see me here."

"I don't know if i have a good voice.."

"Try, Try, Try."

I nodded.

I warbled until i found the perfect melody that matches a song i wrote ages ago.

"When I thought it was over,
You called me saying ,
"will we have a chance when we're older?",
The truth hurts,
And all i see is blur,
You left me with chronicles,
And called it bliss,
A bunch of memories i'll miss,
Chronicles and bliss are all i have,
How dare you come and ask for a chance?
A feeling, an emotion took over my heart,
We lost a battle and tore each other apart,
Chronicles and bliss are all i have,
How dare you come and ask for a chance?
You played with fire and i called it love,
You were a star shinning above,
But stars are deceiving,
Made me fall for a traumatic feeling,
You gave me a scar and i called it a present,
Bloody kisses and i was on cloud seven,
You were pathetic, i taught you how to fly,
What a joke you were, i flew you to cloud nine,
I told you everything would be fine,
"Honey we should end this",
"I can't take anymore mess",
"I'm leaving you with chronicles and bliss",
Chronicles and bliss are all i have,
How dare you come and ask for a chance?
The truth hurts,
And all i see is blur,
I woke up with amnesia,
Let the scars heal you,
I enjoy watching you suffer,
I'm out of the grief,
Watch me leave."

I almost got blinded by the light coming as the doors opened.

"Run, before it's too late."

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